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Elizabeth

Elizabeth stood looking out at the bay which surrounded Shipwreck Cove, in a pit of anger. But composure, she realized, was a nessissity for her survival in the next moments of her life. On the tenth anniversary of William's eternal bounding to the Flying Dutchman, a day which she had held much anticipation for, Shipwreck Cove was preparing for an invasion. And as the world renowned Pirate King she realised that this would be a time spent guarding her kingdom and not just spending time with her beloved William. But she had been preparing for such a day for over half a decade. The sacrifice of Lord Victor Beckett would not only set William free from his duties as captain of the Flying Dutchman, but it would also be a victory for the entire pirate world, to be rid of the new chairman of the East India Trading Company-Cutler Beckett's younger brother.

"Elizabeth," William called softly from her side. "We're running out of time."

She gave a weak, but intense smile of anticipation. "He couldn't come soon enough." She turned to meet his eyes. "Nothing would please me more than to see him be dragged back to the waves by the ghosts of those who died at sea each time he tried to touch land."

William picked up the blue, elongated egg-shaped stone on the table and held it out in front of her. "How certain are you that this will work?"

She paused, giving a considerable amount of thought to her answer. "If it doesn't, I can always meet you here, as this island isn't technically land."

William tried to hold back what he wanted to say to her all day, but his love was too much. "But what life is this for you?" He looked grievously concerned.

She smiled again. "Or, we can always meet on the seas, as we're used to doing."

William clutched her hand, nearly dropping the stone in his excitement. "Then let us flee this place together and escape Beckett."

She retracted her hand from his. "And leave my men to die in what would be a pointless battle? Are you mad?" There was a brief moment of silence, before Elizabeth placed her hands back in William's and stared through a window, into the far distance. "Beckett doesn't want to kill me. There's something else on his mind. And you cannot die. There's no need for us to run."

"Your Majesty!" someone called from beyond the doors. A man with a panic stricken face burst through to deliver his urgent message. "We've been breached! Beckett's here!"

"Then you know what to do," she announced, without turning to see him. "Get to wherever your position may be."

"Aye, Your Majesty." He dissappeared into the depths of Shipwreck Cove, leaving Elizabeth and Will standing together for the last few moments."

"Are you ready for this?" Will asked, looking anxious.

She met his eyes, lovingly. "Promice me one thing. If this doesn't work, we'll somehow find a way in which we can walk together in Port Royal in another ten years."

Heavy cluncking footsteps grew louder as Beckett's men flooded the ships of the cove. Anxiety grew in both of them. Will met her eyes with the same loving stare, before reaching round to pull her closer and meet his lips with hers. And then the doors banged open.

Beckett was a skinny man with a sickly pallor. He made his way past his men in a slow strut with a wide grin stretching across his face, moonlight making him look even more ill than usual.

"Elizabeth Swan," he greeted, before bowing with sarcazm.

"Turner," William spat, cocking his head to one side with a grin to rival Beckett's.

"Hmm, yes, but if I recall, your 'wedding' didn't exactly hold a great deal of legitamacy, now did it?"

Elizabeth approached him then. A few of Beckett's men raised their bayonets. Becket raised his hands to halt them, holding his grin in place.

"You're one to talk about legitamacy, when both you're sons are bastards, so I've heard."

Beckett's grin disappeared as his composure fell into his usual temper. He held out his cutlass to her neck. William responded instantly, pointing a pistol to Beckett's face. The soldiers responded by aiming their bayonets to William. Beckett took out his pistol and slowly moved it to point at Elizabeth's forehead.

Stalemate.

At that moment, Elizabeth gave the signal by shouting, "For the Cove!" And with that, all hell broke loose.